It seemed to her sometimes that the most important thing about marriage
was not a home or children or a remedy against sin,
but simply there being always an eye to catch.
Mrs. Minerva in Jan Struther's 1940 book Mrs. Minerva
|The Tennessean, May 28, 2000|
These are the last of my personal collection of WW II soldiers and their sweethearts but not the end of my February Faces. The next three days on Across the Way will show more personal faces, but I have enjoyed so much, and learned so much, from your comments--wise, funny, poignant--on this series.
My sisters and I loved to hear the story about how our parents met at a zoo in Asheville, North Carolina. Wasn't it at the elephant pen, sisters? We always teased Mama that Daddy "picked her up." It did lead to marriage a few months later, something we also teased her about. Of course she always said, "Things were different then. It was wartime and we were more mature." Meaning, of course, that they were more mature than we were at that age so we'd better not try it.
Our mother and father lived out their own WW II love story, much of which I've shared here in past posts. I'd love to hear if any of you have stories of your own parents' or grandparents' love story.